Someone's only child
Filed in archive News & Updates by Michelle Donahue Hillison on April 25, 2008
Yesterday I was driving home after some errands when I saw numerous police vehicles, lanes blocked and all sorts of activity. I thought for sure it was an major accident or a huge drug bust as I sat there stalled in traffic.
One driver who was stuck in traffic actually got out and yelled at the cop for blocking the lanes. The cop quickly and strongly dismissed him. That peaked my interest even more what the hubbub was about.
Soon after I saw the hearse, a funeral perhaps but this was a lot for that. A car with flags, followed by a motorcycle contingent of National Guard and other vets came by and I realized it was the escort from the airport to the funeral home for a local soldier killed in Iraq.
I'd read his father's remarks in the newspaper and all I could think of is that in that hearse was someone's son. In the obituary, no siblings were mentioned - it was someone's only child.
I'm not going to debate this war here but since I've become a parent, my ability to deal rationally with scenes like this has gone out the door. I rarely want to watch horror movies
anymore. Sad stories make the tears flow openly. I have to ask my husband to fast forward on the news sometimes because I just can't handle some things.
I just sat in my car and cried.
One driver who was stuck in traffic actually got out and yelled at the cop for blocking the lanes. The cop quickly and strongly dismissed him. That peaked my interest even more what the hubbub was about.
Soon after I saw the hearse, a funeral perhaps but this was a lot for that. A car with flags, followed by a motorcycle contingent of National Guard and other vets came by and I realized it was the escort from the airport to the funeral home for a local soldier killed in Iraq.
I'd read his father's remarks in the newspaper and all I could think of is that in that hearse was someone's son. In the obituary, no siblings were mentioned - it was someone's only child.
I'm not going to debate this war here but since I've become a parent, my ability to deal rationally with scenes like this has gone out the door. I rarely want to watch horror movies
anymore. Sad stories make the tears flow openly. I have to ask my husband to fast forward on the news sometimes because I just can't handle some things. I just sat in my car and cried.
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